Dealing with Trouble (Samael)

[Ichabod]

"Well, I am human." He patted his own chest, "But only a part of me. I am stronger, faster and keener senses than a normal human but they pall in comparison to animal form." He laughed, "My stories would make the Grimm Brothers themselves look like the Fairy Tale Princesses they wrote about." He thought about the book he read years ago and smiled at the stories.

A bellowing laugh came from the giant man, "Its only been 2 days, you still have some time with me before we talk about what to do with you." He turned towards the back and brought out an empty bucket with a bag of rags and some boar bristle brushes. "You have grave stones to clean, Ill get the lights set up so you can see."

[Samael Mishra III]

Sam drew in a breath and held it in his mouth, effectively puffing out his cheeks like a chipmunk. Were his stories really that wonderful? They had already captivated him enough to render him speechless for a moment. "A-ah," he finally said, gathering his wits and taking the items. "Maybe you could tell me them if we get to hang out, yeah?" He now now dead-set on making this happen. Hell, he'd go out and buy the booze and coffee himself with that fake ID chilling in his dresser.

He scuttled over to the door and peered out into the night, thankfully able to see everything clearly thanks to his power. "Where should I start, sir?"

[Ichabod]

Ichabod walked past his worker and pointed to where he started raking the other night, "You start in the corner where you started the other morning and work your way from row to row. Oh, and don't climb on the stones, we would have to have that added to the bill." He patted the boys shoulder, "There is also a shallow well behind the truck out back for you to get the water."

He could get use to being called Sir. He went around back and found his tall standing light. I was bright enough to light up 2 or 3 rows at a time fairly well so it wouldn't become to much of a burden. "If you need the light, it's here. I will be doing the same thing you are doing else where. Give a shout if you need anything, I will hear you." We walked back into the cabin, grabbed a bucket, filled it up from the well and disappeared into the darkness of the graveyard.

[Samael Mishra III]

Samael nodded to the other and, when offered the light, didn't exactly refuse... but when Ichabod walked away, he didn't lay a hand on it. He could see just as well in the dark as the light, so there was no help in the lamp for him. Instead, he shuffled off happily toward the well to dip water out of. He wondered if anyone had drowned themselves in this well or even thought to do it. It would be fitting, seeing as how it was stationed in a cemetery. A small smile came to his lips, but he was off to the stones again in an instant.

He carefully dropped to his knees and examined the headstone. It looked well taken-care of, but it definitely needed a little more love. He dipped the old rag into the water and began working at it, scrubbing away gently to remove the dirt and grime. It wasn't long before it was about as clean as it was going to get. Proud of himself, he stared toward the next one, working a bit faster as he learned exactly how to clean them off within a few moment's time. Before long, he had gotten into a groove and was humming gleefully to himself as he worked, enjoying each second of it.

[Ichabod]

Ichabod made his way to the other side of the line of gravestones, knowing each name by heart and offering a silent prayer for those he came across. Many people come and go but even in death, they should be remembered even if its by some random hairy guy they had never met. He go into his standard routine fairly quickly. Bend, scrub, scrap, wash, stand, was his process. He was quite pleased with himself when he came up with the nail scrapping bit, it helped get the dirt and muck out of the corners and bends of the letters engraved on them. After about 2 hours of constant back breaking work, he needed to take a break all the bending and kneeling could get a man especially at his age.

He stood with a grown and made his way over to the cabin, looking at Sam and comparing his work to his own. Not to bad, he was informed of the kids passion for art so his meticulousness served him will tonight. He wouldn't understand how Aurelian could get that type of information from people. Ichabod himself never really liked to talk about himself, for obvious reasons. He could swear the man could read minds.

[Samael Mishra III]

The time flew by too quickly for the young man as he worked, and before he knew it, he stood to stretch and glanced back only to notice Ichabod back at the cabin. Was he taking a break? He wondered if he should as well.

Sam glanced down at his rag and bucket, noting that the water had gotten fairly dirty again even after the multiple times of emptying and refilling it, so he needed to head back anyways. He made a mental note of where he left off before taking his time walking back to the other, a small smile on his lips and his jacket nestled in the crook of his arm, exposing most of the generous tattoos covering his torso. "Break time? I'll get some coffee for you."

[Ichabod]

He stretched his back a bit more and you could almost hear the bones and joints in his back popping like small arms fire, "Yeah, its break time. I'd appreciate it, thanks." He sat down resting his back on the side of the cabin. He looked again at where he stopped and where his co-worker had stopped, made some quick calculations and figured that they could be done with the graves within forty-five minutes.

Having a helping hand was beneficial once in a while, made his job easier and quicker but the real question was, what is he going to do with the remaining time. He relegated himself as a full time night dweller, there were very few places open so late. Bar and Grills and Nightclubs mostly and he didn't like clubbing, its just way to loud for him and bars end up with people getting hurt. Its few and far between but that's only because he only went out once in a blue moon and he preferred that.

He figured that he could catch up on his reading, he had fallen behind lately and nodded cementing his plans for later. Sam abruptly showed up with his still hot cup of coffee.

[Samael Mishra III]

Samael nodded and retreated into the hut, taking in the sight again. It was a small and humble place, much like his own dorm... but much less goth-inspired. It was splashed with warm tones and smells. Like coffee. Lots of coffee.

He laughed gently and went to pour two cups of black coffee before carefully taking them in hand and walking outside. He stooped down to hand Ichabod his before taking a seat a few feet away and nestling himself against the cabin, bad posture and all. He sat more like he belonged in a plush recliner with blankets and pillows galore as he sipped at the coffee and looked out at the beautiful cemetery. "Would you mind if I asked how long you've been here?"

[Ichabod]

His brows raised as he heard the question, he search through his memories to find out how long he had actually been in this city. "This actually the first time I have been here. I knew this place back when it was nothing but fields and stone and tinder." He gingerly took a sip from his steaming cup and continued, "This time around, I have been here for about 20 years. Before then I was in Mexico."

He furrowed his brow, "Interesting group of people they were, spent 8 years there. That is how I became El Chupacabra. I got drunk one night, killed 9 goats and 6 sheep and 1 chicken." He laughed thinking about his time in Mexico, it was interesting but figured out that Tequila is not a mans best friend.

[Samael Mishra III]

Samael wasn't expecting more than maybe a number, but instead he got a small story and smiled, eventually laughing quietly at the end. "That's something I would have liked to see." He sipped at the coffee again, then gingerly held it between both hands like cocoa on a cold winter night. "Who would have known that I would be cleaning graves with the goat-eater himself? I'm sure my grandparents would be so proud of me." He gave another laugh, smiling up at the moon. "It's strange to think that this place has changed in such little time."

[Ichabod]

His bellowing laugh echoed through the air, "I am but one el chupacabra there are many goat-eaters, mostly common wild animals but yes you can say that you have seen one." He smiled listening to the boys astonishment, "This places, Kumorai, is only about 2 or 3 hundred years old. Its come along way since then though."

He thought about his past again and made more calculations, if he was to go to his previous home in Kumorai it would be around the hot spring. With the addition and destruction of homes and businesses it would be somewhere in the wood around the springs. "It was an amazing please before industry go there grubby hands on it." There was only so much he was able to do to stop the creation of the previously small village.

[Samael Mishra III]

Samael smiled at the other, though a bit sheepishly. "I've never really known anything other than the city and suburbs, to be honest." He downed the remainder of the coffee. "We've always been stuck in one place and didn't travel. So... this is the farthest I've been away from home." He ran his thumbs over the cup, turning his attention back to it. "It's wonderful to think that you've lived in different places and have more experience. Not only that, but you were here back before all of this." He wanted to ask to reach back and see and experience even just one fraction of Ichabod's memories, but that would be rude, right?

[Ichabod]

He blew against his coffee cooling it quickly and poured it down his throat, feeling the remaining warmth spread through his body. "That was good but back to work." He stood with convincing grunt, "Given the speed at we are working, we could be done with the stones within the hour. Then I think a meal is in order." He smiled knowing he has the work card in his wallet, he'd been working for his boss for so long that he could take the opportunity for a meal or two once a month without being bothered to be asked about it. He crumpled up his cup and threw it in the waste basket and returning to work.

[Samael Mishra III]

Samael was a bit shocked from the sudden moving, but he waited until the other had stood before rolling rather easily back onto his feet and following suit, but his cup-tossing was much more careful. And... a meal? Samael furrowed his brow lightly. The allowance he was getting from his grandparents didn't let him eat out much. He normally had to get fairly cheap food, especially with how much alcohol he downed. But he also didn't want to turn down Ichabod. He bit his lip lightly and turned, getting his tools back and heading over to the well to toss out the dirty water and refill it.

He had gotten far past the light's reach and into the stark, inky blackness of the night, but as he trudged along back to his spot, he returned directly to where he left off and resumed working, not giving the darkness a second thought.

[Ichabod]

He made his way casually back over to his work and noticed that the light was not one. It was the first time he had noticed the limit to the light, he looked up to see the kid beginning to get back to work. "So, he had increased low-light vision." He said to himself. With the increased population of ad-normals in the world it was hard to tell who had what type of abilities. The gods sure had a sick sense of humor over the years.

He knelt down to his equipment and began again with his cleaning.